In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

So far, there are only examples of people saying this word to others.

And no one has ever dared to say this word to me!

"You are so arrogant... I guess you are as useless as me." The little girl turned her magic gun, "I can knock you down in one shot."

"That you——?!"

Hearing this, Black Joan of Arc stared at Elizabeth in front of her, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, and then she suddenly realized something.

"You killed Camilla?!"

"So what?" Elizabeth had no problem with her achievements being discovered.

"If I grow up to be such a terrible person—"

"It would be better to kill her in advance."

"I believe she will be very happy to accept this death."

The little Loli had no idea that what she said had stepped on Black Joan of Arc's minefield.

"Really?" The Dragon Witch sneered.

"if it is like this--"

She had an extremely ferocious expression on her face.

She looked completely different from when they were kissing just now. Just looking at her would make me sleepless for days.

"Then even if you give way now... I will still kill you!"

After saying those harsh words, Black Joan of Arc waved her evil dragon flag and stabbed towards Elizabeth.

It was a swift and fierce attack.

Elizabeth was not surprised.

As early as when Black Jeanne approached her, she already knew that the other party was no simple person.

but--

I am not a vegetarian either.

The moment Black Jeanne d'Arc launched the stab, the little loli reacted almost synchronously.

She swung her magic spear, Prison City Chahedis, and accurately blocked the flag spike from Black Jeanne d'Arc.

This is almost the same counterattack as before.

Elizabeth knew that once she fell into this rhythm, the opponent's defeat would be a foregone conclusion.

Because no one can defend against Dragon's Thunder (Kilenc Sarkany) at such a close distance!

however--

Something unexpected happened to Elizabeth at this moment.

Although the little Lolita did resist the fatal attack from the Dragon Demon Banner, she was unable to release the Dragon's Thunder (Kilenc Sarkany) afterwards.

Because Black Jeanne d'Arc's magic is too powerful.

Elizabeth could clearly feel the oppression - if she relaxed for a moment, her body would be pierced in an instant!

But more terrifying things are yet to come.

Elizabeth discovered that this was just the beginning - the opponent's magic power release was far from reaching the upper limit.

"My anger... there is absolutely no way you can bear it!"

The Dragon Witch roared.

Click.

Click, click, click.

Cracks appeared in the Magic Spear Prison City Chahedis.

Then, the number and size of cracks began to grow at an unimaginable speed.

Elizabeth also knelt on the ground, relying only on her last bit of willpower to resist the suppression of Black Joan of Arc.

But this situation did not last long.

Click——!

The little loli's treasure broke into two pieces in front of Black Jeanne's flag.

The next moment, her body was pierced by the flag, a large amount of blood splashed out, and bright red flowers bloomed on the ground.

That was almost the same way she died when she grew up.

The idol servant who looked down on everyone widened his eyes, staggered to the ground, and then gradually turned into a phantom and disappeared.

Lancer is confirmed to be out of the game at this moment.

But Black Joan of Arc never for a moment derived pleasure from Elizabeth Bathory's death.

She held her Dragon Demon Flag tightly and walked towards Jeanne d'Arc step by step.

"How could I possibly give him back to you?!"

"You should die too!"

Although they are both masters of the first singularity, Jeanne d'Arc and Black Jeanne d'Arc's strength is not on the same level.

The former was an ordinary nun who successfully escaped being burned at the stake under the protection of her brother.

The latter is a witch who destroys nations and is blessed by the Holy Grail and can easily control dragons.

The combat effectiveness of both sides was not at the same level from the beginning.

At this moment of head-on confrontation, it is naturally a one-sided crushing victory.

Black Jeanne held her dragon magic flag high, ready to execute the other self in front of her.

But at this moment——

"Mashu!" Ritsuka Fujimaru's voice rang out.

"I understand!"

A figure jumped out from behind Jeanne ─ it was the Servant Mashu who had already deployed her Noble Phantasm, the round shield.

"I will never let you hurt Miss Jeanne!"

There was a sound.

Just like last time, Mashu blocked Black Jeanne's attack.

But this time——

The situation is slightly different.

Mashu, who reunited with her Master Fujimaru Ritsuka, received the strengthening of her Command Seals at this critical moment.

That is a configuration unique to Chaldea.

Able to improve the abilities of your servants in a short period of time!

In other words, at this moment, Mashu's fighting power is much higher than when she first met Black Jeanne!

but--

For Black Joan of Arc at this moment, anyone who dared to stop him from executing Joan of Arc would only have the word death waiting for them.

She began to attack recklessly.

The dragon's flames continued to spread like waves on the giant shield held by Mash as the magic flag was waved again and again.

One stroke;

two strokes;

three strokes;

All of the Master's Command Seals in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands were used to provide magical support to the Servant Mashu.

But just like there is an absolute gap in strength between the two Joan of Arc.

There is also an unbridgeable gap in strength between Mashu and Black Jeanne.

She could do nothing but defend Joan of Arc.

unless--

What kind of fighting force can reverse this situation?

And such a thing actually happened.

"Clarent!"

The sound of Mordred activating her Noble Phantasm rang out. It was a full-strength attack from her, realizing the dire situation.

A lightning-like beam shot out from a distance and rushed directly towards Black Jeanne d'Arc.

It was an attack comparable to Excalibur.

Although Jeanne d'Arc noticed this powerful fluctuation of magic, she was too focused on killing Mash to avoid it in time.

but--

She also did not suffer any harm.

Because at the moment when Mordred activated his Noble Phantasm, a voice also came from behind Black Jeanne.

"Excalibur Morgan!"

An evil black beam gushed out from behind the Dragon Witch and collided with the beam emitted by the Clarent Sword.

Boom!

A huge explosion broke out on the ground, physically separating the people who were originally confronting each other.

In the smoke of the explosion, Ian and Atalanta walked out of Jura City one after another, then came to Black Joan of Arc and helped her up.

The man's eyes swept over his companions who had arrived at this singularity together, and he seemed to have thousands of words he wanted to express.

But in the end, he only looked at Joan of Arc.

The man's lips moved slightly, but soon returned to his usual calm.

In full view of everyone, he leaned close to Black Jeanne and whispered softly.

It was an extremely intimate display - exactly the same as on the city wall.

The Dragon Witch looked at the man beside her, smiled and nodded, then kissed him gently and whistled again.

Several evil dragons flew over from afar and landed beside her.

This obviously means leaving.

"Dad!" Mordred, who was extremely anxious, was the first to shout.

"Senior!" Mashu, who was extremely anxious, also shouted.

"..."

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to shout something.

But because of the previous battle, she had consumed too much magic power and now could only breathe heavily.

however--

The girls' calls had no effect.

Ian looked at them meaningfully, then picked up Black Jeanne beside him and sat on the evil dragon with her, as if he originally belonged to her camp.

Atalanta drew the bowstring to its full extent, and while remaining alert, she sat on another evil dragon.

The dragon roared and the fire started.

In a violent storm, the evil dragons brought down a fire that destroyed the city of Jura and then flew away into the distance.

But as she watched the figure flying further and further away, Joan of Arc's mind was filled with the man's silent words just now.

Those are lip shapes that only I, who have lived with her for more than ten years, can understand.

"Jeanne, don't expose our relationship."